Cas: RED HORSEMEN MC 4 Read online

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-Eight

  Twenty- Nine

  Thirty

  Thirty- One

  Thirty- Two

  Sneak Peek

  About Raven

  Also by Raven

  Acknowledgements

  Cas

  First Edition published in 2021.

  Text Copyright ©Raven Amor

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  Editing by Imogen Wells

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  I can see my reflection in those greens. Hating what I see, what I’ve become, who her family made me into. The rational part of me knows she doesn’t wear my father’s blood, but all rational thoughts have disappeared.

  I hate her with every breath.

  Yet she takes my rage, stops me from twisting into an inferno.

  How can someone be your downfall and redeemer in one?

  Cas contains explicit sexual content, violence, and sensitive scenes. This book is not for the faint of heart.

  Enjoy this ride….

  For everyone who claimed Cas as theirs and fell in love with the cocky, gritty biker, the waiting is over.

  ONE

  My teeth grind tightly as I tie the black band around my arm. Today we bury our president. After my old man, Buck, died, Luther took care of my ass and kept the oath he made to his friend’s lifeless body. He wasn’t just my president and kept me in line. He saw the boy that no one else did.

  I shove past everyone, hearing a few grunts as I walk into the kitchen, needing to get my head straight. Rage burns my gut, stroking my spine. I can feel it trying to take over, to claim me once and for all. I wasn’t this fucker. This restlessness, this scorching anger, that’s Ice. I’m the joker who loves pussy. I’ve always been able to conceal my shit with a smirk to stop people from looking too closely at how much my lust for revenge fuels me. The need to make the men who killed my father pay keeps me sane, focused.

  The door opens, and I twist, seeing her, the bitch whose cunt is as tight as she is. I hate her and every god damn inch of that warm golden skin. I want to carve out those pretty green eyes. Dig out her secrets with a rusty spoon.

  “What the hell do you want?” I spit, my words coated in the anger I feel.

  Only she doesn’t react, doesn’t shrink from the callousness; instead, she takes a step forward, her lips curving into a smirk.

  “Get away.” My voice shakes with rage as it threatens to spill over, escape, not knowing what I will do.

  The defiant little bitch that she is doesn’t listen to a word I fucking say. Instead, she moves closer until I can see my reflection in those greens. Hating what I see, what I’ve become, who her family made me into. The rational part of me knows she doesn’t wear my father’s blood, but all logical thoughts have vanished.

  I grab her by the throat, shoving her against the wall, my lips curling up.

  “Can’t you listen to a direction, stupid cunt?”

  She isn’t stupid. Sienna is as sharp as a tack. Those eyes see everything and tell you they have seen more than most women.

  If I had anyone else by the throat, they would be pissing themselves, tears rolling down their cheeks, only she doesn’t show a trace of fear. Instead, her eyes narrow. She grips my hair, making me hiss, bringing our mouths inches apart.

  “Call me a cunt again. I dare you!” I feel the vibration of her snarl against my mouth before her lips slam on mine.

  Her tongue tangles with mine in a war as we both fight for dominance. As if moving on its own, my hand shifts from her throat to her nape, bringing our bodies closer. I feel her tits press against my chest as she curls her leg around my hip in that tiny sundress, baring herself to me. I bite down on her lip, tasting blood, and hear her hiss as I shove my jeans down enough to let my cock out, then I’m thrusting into her. Hating how fucking good she feels, how tight her cunt is, as if it’s made for me. The way her hands disappear up my top, her nails clawing against my skin, rips a low snarl from my throat as I thrust harder and deeper. The red-hot anger crashing through me is there in every movement of my hips as I torment her body in both pleasure and pain, chasing my release.

  I open my eyes to see the raw desire in hers, and it seizes something deep inside, holding me there, powerless to look away as her lips part on a soundless scream. Her eyelids drop to half-mast, greens ablaze. My legs shake as my stomach tightens.

  “Get on your knees.” She listens, sinking to the floor. The sight of her on the ground sends satisfaction through me, exactly where a Mendez should be. On their knees begging.

  I push my dick through her swollen lips, making her gag and hitting the back of her throat—a smirk crawls over my lips.

  I feel her nails digging into the back of my thighs, causing a hiss, as I watch those greens narrow. Pissing Sienna off with my dick in her mouth might not be the brightest fucking move. Everyone knows she has razor-sharp teeth and isn’t afraid to use them.

  Pushing my fingers into her silky strands, I hold her head still as I fuck her throat raw, and I’m lost in the moment.

  When I feel her teeth run over my head, I curse.

  “Do it again.”

  Pure, raw ecstasy bursts through me. I feel her gagging and open my eyes in time to see my cum spill over her lips. Tears leak from the corner of her eyes because of me. I own them.

  The door opens, and Cage strides into the kitchen, stopping when he sees me putting my dick away while Sienna stands wiping her mouth.

  “Fuck, man, what are you doing?” He shoots Sienna a look. “He hates you! Are you that desperate?”

  A snarl leaves my lips as I take a step forward.

  “Since when does it matter where I shove my dick? Club bitch, Mendez bitch, ain’t your business.”

  Cage shoots me a stern look, matching my stance. “It is since we’ve got to live with you! You trust her not to bite it off? She’s got teeth, and everyone knows it.”

  No, I don’t trust her. Her name alone makes my skin burn as if a thousand fire ants are scurrying over me, but it’s the unruliness inside me that forces me to go there with her. How she takes my fucking wrath. When no one else is safe, Sienna saunters into the minefield, knowing I could detonate and somehow disarms me. She isn’t scared of the scorching inferno. Instead, she seems to want to burn in its heat with me.

  Sienna rolls her eyes at both of us before walking through the door
without a word. Through the gap, I spot Ice, his face empty as brothers from all different chapters come and offer their respects. I don’t miss the way Rae stands close to him, letting him know she is there for him.

  “He’s doing good.”

  I lift my chin at Cage. “Yeah, he is,” I reply. If this had been a few years ago, Ice would have lost it. He would have never been able to step up as Prez and been lost in a world of fucking and fighting.

  “Let’s move.” I slap Cage’s back as we walk out to meet everyone. Ice’s eyes go to both of us, and his chin lifts as we all start to move outside. The place is an ocean of bikes, as over five hundred men have turned up. Most drove in last night. Some slept in the clubhouse, while others camped outside.

  Hard slaps come to my shoulder from brothers giving their respects as I walk up to my bike beside Ice. As his VP, my place is always at his side. It’s a position I’m fucking proud to have. We both swing our legs over our bikes when I notice how his fingers flex on the handles as he looks down at his cut. Remembering why he’s wearing that patch. When his head comes back up, a coolness appears, and those ice blues scan everyone before he twists the throttle. Soon the air is filled with a thunderous growl, and every other biker follows. You can feel the pulsing in your bones.

  As the noise falls away, I twist to see her on the steps, making my eyes narrow. I swear I see a glint of sorrow coat her features. There is no way she has feelings. Sienna is stone-cold.

  Emerald eyes find mine, holding my stare. A slight frown appears between her brows before she turns and walks back into the clubhouse. Sienna isn’t invited to Luther’s funeral. The disinterest she wears makes the Ol’ ladies uneasy. You don’t bring the enemy to a Horsemen burial. No matter how close she is to Rae and Red, that is a line no one would cross.

  Ice pulls out, and we all follow, passing Luther. I catch a glimpse at his black casket, draped in the Horsemen’s flag and covered in red and black flowers Rae had arranged and laying on top, is his cut.

  As we ride through town, everyone stops on the road. As much as the town folk don’t want us here, they know we’ve prevented bigger evils from entering our town. Luther had grown up here, his whole life spent in these streets, these businesses.

  Ice starts to hang back as all the bikes overtake him until he’s in front of the hearse, representing Luther’s last ride.

  As we pull into the church grounds, every bike falls silent, then we all start revving in honor of our president. My rage comes back, roaring in time to the pipes, until it falls silent again. Rev gets off beside me, his own body pulsating with fury. Swinging my leg over my own, I watch as he stalks off past everyone, not glancing at the casket. No one knows how he’s doing. He won’t fucking talk- not a word since Luther died- buried in the basement with his latest play toy. I twist, feeling a squeeze to my shoulder and see Bolt. Having lost his father recently, I know this shit must be bringing back some shitty memories. It’s bringing my demons out to play.

  “You okay, man?” he asks, as if he can sense the dark path my thoughts are taking.

  I clench my jaw, nodding. “Yeah.” We both know the grief Ice is dealing with, that deep ache, how it buries itself deep like a rat under a burning bucket, frantic to escape.

  We walk over to meet with Cage, Storm, Sketch, and Flame, from Bolt’s chapter, and lift the casket to our shoulders as my throat goes raw. It’s like trying to swallow razor blades. Walking together, we enter the church as hundreds of eyes follow us. We place Luther’s coffin on the stand at the front. Each of us knocks our knuckles against the top.

  “Ride free, brother.”

  And I swear I feel a breeze pass by.

  The brothers held a party that rivaled all others in Luther’s honor. Tomorrow we go back to business, and the Devil in our basement will get a visit from the Horsemen.

  I stagger into my room with Crystal and Trix. One already has her hand wrapped around my cock. The other’s lips against my jaw, making me growl as I land on my bed, the room spinning for a second.

  My back arches as I feel a wet mouth around my cock and look down to watch it disappearing into Trix’s mouth, her cheeks hollowing out.

  “Get up here.” I pull Crystal up, covering her rosy nipple with my mouth as my fingers dig into her hips. I growl against her skin, taking another lick of the perk tits in my face, hearing their moans around me.

  Trying to focus my mind on the two club girls. Since I was sixteen, I’ve been fucking club ass. Why does it feel wrong now?

  I slam my hips up, hearing a gag. At the same time, I bite on Crystal’s hard nub.

  “No teeth,” she yelps, moving back. This bitch can’t take what I crave. What I fucking need.

  Not like Sienna.

  Why is she entering my head when I’m meant to get lost in these two?

  As if she can hear my inner battle, the door opens.

  “Out.” The sharpness in Sienna’s voice jolts me as I lean around Crystal to see a cold look in her eyes as they land straight on mine.

  “Tell them to leave, or I’ll make them.” Each of her words clutches a dark promise. She lifts her brow at me, waiting for my answer, making my lip twist and bare my teeth.

  “You, threatening me?”

  “I’d say something because I’m going to do it.” She takes a step further into the room, disregarding everyone else.

  “Now, one more time, Cas, you ask them to leave, or I will remove them.”

  “Ain’t taking orders from no Mendez—”

  Before I can move, she grabs Trix off my dick, smashing her into the wall, then throws her out the door, blood pumping from her nose and groaning. Crystal stands, ready to face her but is too slow. Sienna grabs her head, slamming her into my desk. Crystal yells as Sienna walks towards the door, chucking her ass away like trash. Then she shuts it calmly before turning to face me.

  “Crazy fucking bitch,” I snarl.

  “I warned you. Twice!” She holds up two fingers like I can’t damn well count.

  Getting off the bed, I grab a pair of sweatpants from the floor and slide them on. Seeing my piece on the desk, I twist and hold it to Sienna’s head before she can register my move.

  “You made a big mistake.”

  Sienna doesn’t shy away from the steel digging into her forehead. Those green eyes don’t stray from mine as her hand comes out and grips the gun’s barrel, moving it.

  “Don’t point a gun at me unless you intend to shoot, and you better make sure it’s a kill shot because I won’t miss.”

  TWO

  I stroll past Cas, knowing those ambers are chasing me, feeling their warmth race across my skin.

  “What are you doing here?” he grates out, gritting his teeth so hard I can hear them as I take a seat on the desk, swinging my legs.

  “You’re angry. That rage is mine.”

  His brows slam down as hatred curls his lips. I don’t expect him to understand.

  Honestly, I don’t.

  The only way I can explain it is the fury that drives him is because of me. Belongs to me. If anyone should be getting it, then it’s me. Okay, I know it sounds fucked up, but I’ve never pretended I wasn’t.

  “What the hell?” He starts pacing, running his hands through his hair, and itching his head with his piece before realizing it’s still in his hands and putting it away.

  “We can give each other what we want.”

  He pins me with his eyes, the amber color gleaming like Hell’s fire, so pretty. I’m envious. I want to feel that warmth across my skin. To burn in the fire, in that blistering inferno.

  “That was a fucking mistake.”

  “Every time since the club burnt down was a mistake? That’s a lot of mistakes, Cas.”

  “You’re the daughter of the man who killed my father. I can’t even stomach looking at you,” he hisses. The venom breaking free shakes his body, edging closer to the surface as if I’m its master, and it recognizes I’m nearby.

  “I can give you what yo
u crave.” I jump down from the desk as his head snaps towards me. “I can handle it, and you.”

  A snarl erupts from the back of his throat as he strides across the room until he’s in front of me, his chest heaving, breathing hard. Staring into my eyes, he lets me see it all, the want mixing with the hatred.

  A tiny, small part of me knows I shouldn’t want him either. But I’m drawn to Cas. He calls me like a siren enticing sailors to crash on the rocks. I crave the minutes until he pins me with those ambers, the moments he lets that fury cover me, sending heat across my skin.

  “I hate you,” he sneers against my lips.

  “I know,” I gasp against his mouth, and without warning, he crashes his lips on mine.

  There’s no way Cas can hide the depth of his despise for me. It survives too near to the surface; so close that it stretches out and strokes my skin with each harsh stare.

  The dark truth is, we’re drawn to each other like chaos and destruction. We are excited by the danger and sick thrill.

  We understand each other.

  Deadly and destructive.

  I love how dark and twisted we are together, that we don’t bow to the flames. Instead, we burn bright in the fire.

  As Cas pulls me closer, I yank my mouth away.

  “Go have a shower, and I’ll change the bedding.” Those club girls touched him, and I won’t let him touch me while their scent is still on him.

  There’s a look on his face I haven’t seen before. I’m not good with feelings. I don’t know what they mean, what Cas means.

  My eyes stay locked on him as he disappears into the toilet.

  As soon as the door shuts, I grip the sheets, tearing them off the mattress before tossing them out the door, needing everything they touched gone.

  Walking into his closet, I snag the new sheets when a box falls off the shelf, the insides spilling out on the closet floor. I crouch down to clean the mess and notice a picture of him with a man who looks exactly like him—his father, Buck. The man Carlo murdered.